It’s ten o’clock somewhere, do you know where your children are?

 Yep it is that kind of day or night or evening or whatever, wherever you are. 

Strange lackadaisical day, no motivation to work, no motivation to play, trying to do chores this evening, and now wishing I hadn’t started because I have a dishwasher to empty, dinner dishes to do something with, clothes in the dryer, clothes in the washer, and the better half is slipping off to lalaland after going to the grocery store after work so we had something to cook and eat.

Tomorrow for lunch, thank goodness for leftovers.

Aren’t you tired of having to decide where you are going to eat lunch. Every place around your work is old, tired and worn out in your eyes, except for that one place you will never eat. And not because it is a dive or anything, but because you ate there once or something and it just stunk. There is no elaborate description, it just stunk. 

The news is rotten to its core, nothing exciting on TV except, well nothing. Even the streaming channels seem cliche right now. All the movies are so rerun, you cannot find the energy to surf the guide menu on your cable system.

And then as I type this someone just shot off a large firework and outside of the dog looking up from where she is laying on the floor no one moves. It is just that kind of day.

Some will call this the dog days of summer, but I do not think we are there yet. No, this is just a mundane day with no real purpose other than it gets me to tomorrow where hopefully something will catch an interest.

Earlier today I read things that mattered, now they are distant memories. One item I do remember is that Iceland has decided that 4 9 hour work days is better for you overall. And this is news? The article touted people were more productive and less stressed. Seriously, someone had to do a study to determine this and then it lead me to think that everywhere people are happier or more productive is in a country that generally is cold. What gives with that? Why not happiness somewhere around the 20 degree latitude mark, where there are beaches and warmth? No, all the northern countries get the praise for the better work weeks, higher happiness scores, personally I think it is propaganda otherwise everyone leaves for more temperate climes. 

And now the better half is showing me young men for our youngest daughter. She met someone at the grocery store and is telling me she has to find someone that meets her criteria for our daughter. She didn’t say meets her criteria, yet that is what she means. And thank goodness she doesn’t read this blog. 

So the evening drags, from a day that wandered tediously, from a morning that has become a distant memory and all the while someone expected me to be productive. Luckily I was somehow. 

Tomorrow is another day and somewhere on planet Earth you will find my kids. 

Cheers